Pete's POV

"Guys, do you know where Patrick went?"

Joe and Andy shook their heads and shrugged.

"I have to head to the studio.." I Said. "I'm meeting with a band today. Just help me find Patrick."

"He's a grown man.." Joe mumbled.

"I know..." I Said. "But you know how he's been since...you know.."

Both Andy and Joe nodded, looking down a bit.

"Just Find him, please." I Said. "I've gotta go."

"We'll call you when we find him." Andy Said.

"Thank you." I Said, grabbing my bag and heading out the door.

Emma's POV

"The Pete Wentz is late." Susan scoffed.

"I mean, he does have a band." Alex Said. "He's gotta be busy."

"He knew that we were coming." Ronnie Said. "He should've made time for today."

"Let's just wait...he's got to show up sometime." I Said, biting my lip.

I was still really anxious, because, like I said before, I sent him one of our videos from 2009. I also lied and told the band that I sent him one of our new songs.

So this day might be screwed because of me, and I could only hope that Mr. Wentz was in a good mood today.

"What's up with you?" Alex asked me.

I looked up. "Huh? Nothing."

"Oh, shit." Ronnie Said.

Susan looked me in the eye. "What did you do?"

"I said nothing.." I Said, biting my lip again.

"What did you do?" She repeated through gritted teeth.

"Hey guys! Sorry I'm late.."

We all looked up, and the Pete Wentz stood before us.

He reached out and shook Susan's hand, then Alex's, then mine, then Ronnie's.

"I am really sorry.." he said again. "I've been really busy."

"See?" Alex said to Susan.

"Shut up, Alex." She whispered back.

Pete opened the door to the studio, and motioned for us to go in.

We all crowded into an office-like room, and Pete came in, sitting down in the chair behind the desk.

"Please, Take a seat." He said.

The four of us sat down on a long gray couch which faced the desk.

"So, tell me about yourselves." He said.

"Well, I'm Susan, the lead singer," Susan Said, then pointed at Ronnie. "This is Ronnie, Our guitarist," she pointed at Alex. "Alex, our drummer," then she looked at me. "And Emma, our bassist. And we're The Suburban Aliens."

Pete laughed a bit. "Compelling name." He Said. "Compelling name...What genre would you consider yourselves?"

"Probably pop-punk, and maybe a little techno." Alex Said.

Pete laughed again. "You guys sound interesting." He said. "However, the song you sent me seemed more punk."

Susan looked over at me, and I shrugged.

"Well," I Said. "That was a song from 2009.."

He nodded. "How long have you guys been together?"

Are you kidding me? All that worrying for nothing?

"Since 2003." Ronnie Said.

Pete raised his eyebrows. "Wow...you've almost been around as long as Fall Out Boy? He said. "Do you mind me asking how old you guys are?"

"We're all in our thirties." Susan Said. "I'm thirty-six, Ronnie is thirty-four, Emma is thirty-three, and Alex is thirty."

Pete laughed a bit. "Honestly, I was expecting a teenage band, or at least twenties."

"Is that a bad thing?" Ronnie Asked.

"Oh, no. Not at all." Pete Said. "It's good to have a band around the age of Fall Out Boy. Anyways, can I hear how you guys sound?"

We all nodded excitedly.

"Awesome." He said. "I had someone bring in your stuff after you came in, so we can go straight into the other room and start."

He got up and led up a flight of stairs, and into a hallway with different recording rooms.

He took us all the way to the last door, opening it and taking us inside.

"I'll be in there." He said, pointing over at the room behind a window. "I can put on a pair of headphones and hear you guys better by using the equalizer."

We all nodded, and he went into the other room, sat down, and slipped a pair of headphones on.

We all grabbed our instruments, and looked up at Pete, who did two thumbs up and smiled like a child.

We smiled back, and Alex started playing the drums.

Susan started the rhythm guitar, then Ronnie started lead guitar.

Before we left, we had decided on covering another song, and we all settled on We Don't Have To Dance by Andy Black, But we were going to add our own touches to it, such as techno.

"Record scratch, Steve Miller Band," Susan began singing. "Tattooed necks and tattooed hands, why don't you drown in a rainstorm?"

Susan looked over at me, shooting me a glare because she was probably still upset about the stupid 2009 song.

"Fresh regrets, vodka sweats," She continued, averting her eyes away from Me. "The sun is down, and we're bound to get exhausted, and so far from the shore.."

I started playing bass since this was my part, and I looked up at Pete, who was listening intently.

"You're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself, I'll break it to you easy,"

"This is Hell, this is hell." I sang into Susan's mic, adding a little melody.

"You're looking and whispering, you think I'm Someone else, this is hell, yes, literal hell."

"We don't have to talk, we don't have to dance. We don't have to smile, we don't have to make friends. It's so nice to meet you, let's never meet again. We don't have to talk, we don't have to dance."

"We don't have to dance." I sang again.

We stopped, and all just froze, immediately feeling on edge about what Pete's reaction would be.

Pete took off his headphones, then came out.

"What do you think?" Ronnie Asked, biting his lip.

"Well..." Pete Said, and we cringed.

This is it. The inevitable fail. At least we tried.

"That was awesome!" He exclaimed, and we all jumped, startled.

"R-really?" I Asked.

"Really!" He said, smiling.

"Does that mean you'll sign us?" Alex Asked.

"Of course!" He said. "You guys have your own songs, right?"

Susan nodded.

"Perfect!" He said. "We can sign you, then, in less than a year, we'll have your debut album!"

"I can't believe this.." I Said. "This is nuts."

"Come on," Pete Said, opening the door to the hallway. "Let's get you signed to DCD2."